Thanksgiving Hot Tub

--For Gull

Remember the floating
beneath steam and stars
clinging hand to hand
inside the boiling mother--

safely suspended
between words and needing--
not anchored to knowing
or anything more?

And not yet skidding
out over the splash
ice to the dangers of life;
the directions of love.

--Liz Linton

 

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